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I know that farewell was our last, That life and love from me are past; For I have heard the fated sign That speaks the downfall of our line.

I slept the soldier's tired sleep; But yet I heard the music sweep, Dim, faint, as when I stood beside The bed whereon my father died.

Farewell, sweet love! never again Will thine ear listen to the strain With which so oft at midnight's hour I've waked the silence of thy bower.

Farewell! I would not tears should stain Thy fair cheek with their burning rain: